Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 27

Suddenly she was coming, bucking and wailing as blinding waves of ecstasy rolled through her. When at last they subsided, she was left gasping, the immense feshy shaft still driving to and fro deep inside her. Once again it was agonizing, but within minutes the pleasure had returned, and she was building slowly toward another orgasm. This time, as her cries rose and her hips began to rock, the Whisperer could resist his own lust no longer. Gripping her slim hips in his huge hands, he leaned back and began pounding his cock into her like a jackhammer. Jessica screamed in short, breathless little cries as her orgasm struck in waves, this climax far more intense than the previous one. It went on and on, driven by the wild, ruthless pounding of the brutal cock that savaged her bowels. As she came down at last, the madman was in the fnal few thrusts of his own orgasm, his cock pulsing and spurting deep in her bowels.

He lay atop her for several minutes, both of them panting. At last he straightened, and withdrew his penis from her slack bottom-hole. Jessica was limp and passive as he dressed her and untied her arms. She was numb from the elbows down, and he massaged the life back into her arms and hands. When he stood and looked down at her, she continued to kneel before him, looking up with wide, humid eyes, mixed emotions dancing behind them.

“You are free to go,” he whispered. “When I want you again, I’ll fnd you.”

She stared up at him, confusion in her eyes. “You’re going to take me again?”

“Of course! Did I not tell you that you were mine?”

“But… Ira said you only took women once or twice, and then you were fnished with them.”

“Did he?!” said the Whisperer scornfully. “Ira knows nothing. I have merely been looking for the right girl. I have found her! The others never had the spark, and after once or twice I could see there was nothing there. You, I will take whenever I please, again and again!”

With that, he strode to the door, opened it, and passed through into the costume storage room beyond. She heard his footsteps recede and disappear, and still she knelt where she was.

What a strange situation she was in! Working in a strange old theater thousands of miles from home, with a crazy masked man snatching her and dragging her off to torture and rape her whenever he pleases! And that wasn’t even the strange part! The strange part was that, deep down, part of her wanted him to take her… When she returned to rehearsals, Ira had covered for her again. He had told the others that he’d sent her on an errand for him, so no one was at all concerned about her when she reappeared. She joined the cast for the last two hours of rehearsals, then she went out to dinner with David, Sarah and Tina.

The friends’ dynamic was back to normal, all three girls firting with David but nobody getting serious. Jessica was able to put the afternoon’s trials behind her and join in the conversation as though nothing was wrong, and a good time was had by all. When they returned to their rooms for the night, it was only a matter of minutes before she heard someone sneak into someone else’s room, and then David and Sarah were making noisy love once again.

Jessica remained unaffected. After what she’d been through, their little playful tryst seemed pretty uninteresting.

She lay in her bed, thinking about what had happened. She had been strongly affected by the Whisperer’s attentions to her virginal anus. She had always known that there was something sexual about that part of her, but there was so much stigma attached to it that she had never explored it before. Yet, when the Whisperer had forced his cock up inside her bottom, it was as though he’d opened a dam and released a food of conficting emotion. Where had all that shame and guilt come from? She tried to remember any kind of incident from her past, but nothing came to her.

Finally, she was forced to surmise that something had occurred in her early childhood that she had since forgotten. Perhaps as a little girl she had inserted something there, only to have her mother make such an issue about it that now she associated it with guilt and shame. She could easily imagine her mother doing that. Even now, just thinking about how her bottom had been raped and how it had made her come twice, she felt terribly guilty.

Someday, she thought, she’d like to try anal sex with a lover. She’d have to overcome some baggage, but somehow she knew it would be worth it!